As I mentioned in another thread (in which I attracted considerable opprobrium), the Piper clan has fled Saskatchewan’s -45 weather for the warmth of Hawaii.
Tonight, as I was barbecuing our supper on the balcony, what to my wondering ears did appear but the melody of a piper. Sounded like he was down on the rocky shores, playing traditional Hawaiian pipe tunes like “Hawaii the Brave”, “The Barren Rocks of Popui” and “Hawaii, Hawaii, Uber Alles.”
My wife and I spent 10 wonderful days in Hawaii in September. It was over way, way too quickly.
They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. What a crock. I’ve had an opportunity to love Hawaii, and now that I’ve lost her, I’m inconsolable. It’d have been better not to have tasted her sweet nectar in the first place.